Master Swordsmith[Comprehensive]

own desire?

Lancer was at a loss, he didn't know why Zong Jue said that, and even waited for him to stand in front of Saber, he didn't figure out what was going on.

"Lancer." Saber clenched the sword in her hand, "Looks like it's finally time for a decisive battle."

"Yes, Saber." Lancer blinked, cleared his head of distracting thoughts, and threw a beautiful spear in his hand, "I will definitely bring the victory to my lord."

"The Holy Grail will definitely be mine." Saber said, "Fight, Lancer, bet on the glory of the knight!"

The inevitable battle is also a battle where only one person will be left.

There was a clear and bitter wind flowing on Saber's sword, swift and powerful attacks, as a woman's weakness in strength was subtly transformed into an advantage in dexterity, her eyes were cold, and she did not waver in the slightest.

It is no longer a tentative battle, but a fight with all your strength for victory.

Even though life and death are on the line right now, Lancer feels that he is happier than ever before. All distracting thoughts, all hesitation, sadness and pain have all disappeared in his mind, and the flames are burning hot in his chest. All he thought about was battle, only victory.

He didn't want to think so much at all, as long as he continued to fight, the smoke from the flames, the smell of blood, the sparks from the collision of weapons, his body was tense, the scars were stinging, and a steady stream of power gushed out from the deepest part of his body. He wiped away the scars on his cheeks that were cut by Saber, the blood and pain made his eyes shine.

Not enough, not enough.

Lancer lowered his figure, like a leopard ready to go before hunting, the brilliance in those eyes, he was even smiling.

Isn't it worth laughing at?

In front of him is an enemy he respects, who is evenly matched and sympathetic.

He is experiencing a battle with his life and glory on the line, without any intrigue or human struggle.

For the Cavaliers, wouldn't this be the perfect end.

Everything was far away, he heard his heart beating wildly, clamoring for more, wanting more.

The corners of his lips curled up in a haughty and arrogant arc, and the honey color in his eyes was as hot as red gold that was about to drip. In the movement of his eyes, the fighting spirit was like a fierce wind, never ending.

The glorious appearance of Diarmuid, only the flames of war can burn his true brilliance.

The more you fight, the more dazzling you will be.

It's been too long.Diarmuid laughed softly, feeling calm and sober like never before.

It took him so long to forget that he was still a Celtic warrior.

Animal husbandry and farming are for storing materials, technological advancement is for casting weapons, and dormancy is for the next battle. The feast after the battle is full of blood that has not dispersed. How can he forget it? Fighting, the never-ending thirst for victory.

He does not follow Lord Finn because he is the "lord", but because of Lord Finn's courage and achievements, he admires and admires Lord Finn, which makes him willingly pursue Lord Finn's back.

Loyalty is offered willingly.

There was a sharp pain in his chest, Diarmuid lowered his head and saw the blood flowing out from his chest, splashing out a large piece of scarlet - Saber's sword pierced into his heart, and his gun cut Saber's neck.

It was almost able to cut her trachea, but after all, it was still close.

Ah, lost.

Thinking about it, Diarmui spat out a mouthful of blood.

Saber drew out his sword, and his body fell down.

At the end of the day, what I saw was still dark and hard land, which was terrible.

Diarmuid turned over with his last strength, and the sky full of stars was reflected in his blurred vision.

so pretty...

He grinned openly, laughing out loud.

Obviously lost, obviously everything is over, obviously his vision has been shattered from the beginning, but why is he so happy, so satisfied, so, so happy?

He laughed and laughed, tears fell down.

The hole in my heart, which had been empty all along, was filled to the brim with something warm and joyful, and even turned into tears flowing out.

What is allegiance to a master, what is loyal to the end, is just his self-deception to cover up, those masters who are randomly selected from the Holy Grail system like a roll of dice and cannot be recognized by him are just empty shells with the name of the master It's just a son, how could it be possible for him to bow his head willingly.

Not everyone can do it, but he accepted it indifferently.

Because what he wants, what he really desires, is to be able to usher in his own end like a knight without any guilt or regret.

It's finally over.

At the end of this long, short Holy Grail War, he was finally able to act like a knight, in a dignified and open manner, and it was over.

The knight exhaled lightly, and calmly closed his eyes.

The tiny spirit particles that made up his body were scattered, and those fragmented, beautiful and dazzling golden lights could be seen clearly even from a long distance away.

"Your wish has come true." Zong Jue said, the little milk dog was squatting at his feet, looking intently and earnestly at the streamer of light floating in the sky.

They were standing on the steel cables at the top of the bridge across the Weiyuan River. There had been a fierce battle here not long ago, and the spirits in the air were still stirring.

The wind on the bridge was very strong, and several strands of Zong Jue's hair fluttered. He casually pinched his hair back and said in a flat tone: "Your obsession is to hope that Lancer will no longer be entangled in vain visions. , I hope he can see clearly what he really wants, right?"

The little milk dog licked its paws, and in the next second, an invisible black shadow entwined, and turned into a human in an instant.

Di Duanqiang was still covered in black light armor, and his face was also covered by a visor. Only a pair of honey-colored eyes could be seen, bright and clear.

Zong Jue understood, and guessed right.

"My master is a complete idiot, fool, and bastard." Di Duanqiang sat on the steel cable, his slender legs dangling freely, and his voice was hoarse through the mask, "It makes me want to rush up Just punch him hard enough to wake him up."

"Well, forget it, it's useless to say so much." He stretched his waist and looked up at Zong Jue, "If I look like this, it will be easier for you to attack."

The appearance of the little milk dog will always make it easier for people to let go of their guard. These few days together are enough for him to see clearly the compassionate and gentle side of this god-inspector from the opposing camp hidden under the overly oppressive appearance.

Not to mention those two men with swords who looked like they were from the light camp.

If it looks like a little milk dog, it is estimated that there will be a lot of psychological pressure if you want to do it.

"Are you so sure that I will kill you?" Zong Jue raised his eyebrows.

"You said it when you came, wipe out the time-traveling army." Di Duanqiang said, "Cut the grass and roots, and leave no one behind." He turned his head and watched the spirits gradually drifting away in the distance, "Besides, I've had enough of myself. Looking at it, the aesthetics of the Time Traveling Army is really bad, it's ugly."

Di Duanqiang tugged at the dark light armor on his body in disgust, and looked at Kasen Kanesada behind Zongjue: "Master Gexian, please leave it to you, if I leave too late, that guy will not be able to find his weapon. crying."

Through the visor, everyone knew he was smiling.

Kasen Kanesada walked forward silently, drew his sword out of its sheath, took a deep breath, swung it down without hesitation.

"Thank you." Di Duanqiang smiled lightly. He was covered with light armor, but they seemed to see a beautiful and illusory figure in him, with eyes similar to Diarmuid's, and a slender and graceful figure. She is tall and has pointed ears, like a fairy in mythology.

A fleeting and beautiful phantom.

There is a glow gushing out from the wound of the enemy's short gun, just like a caterpillar shedding its heavy chrysalis and spreading its wings. A bright and brilliant glow gushes out from the wound, like countless butterflies flying high and dropping phosphorus and gold powder, Converging into a glorious torrent, it rushes all the way to the sky where the end is unknown.

Chasing the last ray of light escaping from Diarmuid's body.

But there was still a "butterfly" that landed, fluttered in front of Zong Jue for a while, and landed on Zong Jue's fingertips. The "butterfly" flapped its wings and slowly disappeared into his hands.

Zong Jue untied the bandage wrapped around his hand, and the wound underneath was completely healed. He clenched his fist and could feel the "butterfly" not disappearing but entering his body, converging with his own spiritual power Blending, after a simple and rough investigation, no problems were found, so she put it on hold for the time being. Compared with such a little interference from external forces, it was still a large number of enemy knives that were splitting out from the shell left by the enemy's short gun. It's more urgent.

"Thirty... forty, no, it's still increasing." Yaken Toshiro subconsciously guarded Zong Jue, counting the number of enemy knives that appeared in front of him with a glance.

That's a lot, but...

can win!

This is the intuition he has honed in countless dangerous battlefields, allowing him to drag his tired and injured body until the day when hell ends.

"It's time to start working." Zong Jue twisted his neck, and took out a practice knife that he forged in his spare time as a weapon. "Do you want to say the mission requirements again?"

"To wipe out the time-traveling army." Kasen Kanesada slashed the enemy's dagger that rushed towards him with his backhand, and the little sadness just now was completely replaced by the fighting spirit.

"Not one left." Yaoken Fujishiro's progress was much faster than him. When the small dagger was fully practiced, he could almost see a figure flashing by. Under the flickering cold light, a passage was cleared, and he was full of blood. , He stabbed straight into the chest of the most skilled enemy in the enemy's sword camp, holding the knife with a steady and strong hand, his eyes were as bright as a rock, and he seemed to be in a trance like fine pieces of ice floating on the sea.

The smelly and black blood of Di Dao gushed out, and a few drops splashed on his cheek.

The slight childishness of the child has completely faded away, and the sharpness of the experienced short knife is revealed, full of ruthlessness and killing intent.

The strength of the dagger was not strong enough, so he bent down, suppressed Di Datai's struggle with the weight of his body, and controlled the rotation of the blade until it reached the deeper vital point.

"Even the handle of the knife... goes through!"

The immature voice, which is different from that of a child, is even more oppressive when the voice is lowered. When there is a strong wind coming from behind, he turns around and pulls the knife from the enemy's chest without looking at it. The enemy hits the throat of the knife, and the raising and falling of the knife seems to have been practiced thousands of times, without any deviation or hesitation.

two.

He counted calmly, his eyes wandered across the battlefield, he turned around and slashed the enemy's sword a few times, stepped on the blade and jumped up, and sliced ​​the enemy's spear that was about to attack Utasen Kanesada from top to bottom.

"Leave it to me," he said.

Kasen Kanesada nodded, concentrating on parrying the enemy in front of him.

In terms of his level of training, this is quite a difficult opponent.

Zong Jue stood not far away and slowly dealt with the enemy knives rushing in three or four at a time, methodically circled the enemy knives within a fixed range, and cleared out an almost suitable density for his own swordsmen to practice, thinking while fighting He covered his mouth and yawned lazily as he waited for how to write the report back to Honmaru later.

By the way, when I have time, I have to buy some gifts for that old friend who doesn't know where to sell medicine. If it weren't for him, he would have to spend a lot of effort to handle this task.

The author has something to say:

Diarmuid’s yellow rose was given to him by the fairy king in the legend, so the little milk dog’s body will have the pointed ears of the fairy w

In fact, in Celtic mythology, Finn appears as a hero most of the time, that kind of standard hero image who is good-looking, wise, wise and broad-minded. I was quite surprised when I first learned about it. 2333

Mr. Yao is super handsome, lick lick prprpr

So far, the first battle has ended satisfactorily, and there are no mission rewards [Zong Jue; I don’t know if I should say something

[Yakuken Fujishiro's battle diary; Dogs and the like, they will only follow the masters they identify. 】